The other day, we were talking about how it is interesting how quickly we've started to feel at home here. We've been in Italy for two weeks, only two weeks, and already, walking everywhere in town and taking the train anywhere else seems completely normal. Fried pumpkin flowers are practically a standard side dish, and basically all coffee is espresso. Something I don't think I will ever get used to though, is the beauty I am surrounded by. I look out the window at school and see the Mediterranean and nearly every building seems like a work of art. From the ancient Greek temples we saw in Paestum this week
to a house we saw on the way there
(which had a peacock in the yard, by the way. It was in this tree. How cool is that? And, sorry for the grainy picture.)
I have to say though, I had never thought about how fluffy towels are when they come out of the dryer, until I used one that dried on a clothesline. I know utilities are expensive here, but I really feel like Italians don't know what they're missing. A fluffy towel is everything in a cold bathroom. A dryer. It's the real American dream.
Lastly, since I'm in Italy, I will end with a list of the delicious things I've eaten lately.
And that was just the weekend. Grazie, Italia.
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